At the Kooyong Classic, Nick Kyrgios was having trouble with the 40-degree temperature, poor lamb, before he too withdrew.

Moping around the court, he said to no one in particular: “I don’t even want to play if it’s like this. It’s no joke. Like, I should be, I could be in bed. If I knew it was going to be like this.”

Like, dude, it’s a summer sport. It’s no joke. So if you can’t, like, handle the heat…

And for both of you muppets, here’s a few tips from Lleyton’s handbook about retiring mid-game. I mean, c’mon.

This week’s passing of David Bowie revived the tale of how John McEnroe tried to perfect a couple of his songs while, unbeknown to him, the sleep deprived star lay in a room downstairs listening to his tunes being murdered.

In You Cannot Be Serious, McEnroe wrote: “In between rounds at Wimbledon in 1982, I struggled to learn David Bowie’s Suffragette City and Rebel, Rebel in my hotel flat.”

“I heard a knock on my door. It was David Bowie. ‘Come up and have a drink,’ he told me. ‘Just don’t bring your guitar.’”